This is a song about "Power thirt"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Just remember that you lack the power

And power means a price

Hop in and let me test drive

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

That damier bag i bought her

Now tell me where's your true power

I am on the mic with everlasting power

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

No one man should have all that power

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

In the past hour, i'm just rebelling from government power.